Vicious Minds (Children of Vice #4)(67)

Her lips pursed but she didn’t say anything. She climbed off me, standing beside me as I stood as well. I looked around at the blood covered walls, then at her. “This is the first time you and I have gone to work together.”

“I’ll mark it down my diary.” She laughed and walked into the kitchen.

“When you do, make sure you note that this how we both knew your time hiding in my shadow was coming to an end.” She looked over her shoulder at me as she turned the gas stove on.

“Is that so?”

“Didn’t you hear her?” I nodded to Grams’ body. “Apparently people think they are indispensable now. Who else is better suited to remind them than il Triste Mietitore, that graves can be dug for anyone.”

“Tell me more during our we time.” She winked, and I knew exactly how to do that.





Chapter 14





“I cannot remember exactly the first time your soul

whispered to mine, but I know you woke it.

And it has never slept since.”





~J.M. Storm





Calliope - AGE 25

Chicago, Illinois

Sunday, November 12th





Ethan’s personality ranged from an almost adolescent-level sweetness, like when we came to his private luxury townhome in the city, one he must have bought in anticipation of the day I would come. How did I know? Because he had my favorite style of furniture, the kitchen knife set I had in the last two places he’d visited, then there was the wine…the wine we first shared together. He led me to the bedroom and helped me strip down. He asked, not demanded, that I take off the wig and my contacts, and I did so.

He then joined me in the shower, washing the blood and dirt off me. He wouldn’t let me wash him, but there was something underneath his silence. I felt it and it excited me, so I didn’t push. I just enjoyed his hands in my hair massaging the shampoo in. I reveled in the feeling of his hard body behind me. All too soon, it was over and led me out of the bathroom into the gray bedroom. The walls had silk-like curtains draped over them; the carpet was a lighter shade of gray and plush under my feet. The canopy bed was big enough for four and sat in the middle of the massive room fitted with silk sheets, a diamond chandelier hanging over it. There was no other furniture in the room.

I felt him step up behind me and shivered when he brushed my hair over to one side.

“Get on the bed, la mia anima,” he whispered before kissing between my neck and shoulder.

This is what I meant: one minute he was sweet, the next he was a murderous savage who’d kill anyone, young or old, to protect his family, then he could be devilishly tempting. I wanted to know what he was going to do. I took a step towards him and he snatched off the towel he had wrapped around me. I said nothing as I got into the middle of the bed, still a bit wet from our shower and completely naked. Ethan pulled on a small string that hung near the bedpost and the silk curtains lifted, revealing walls of mirrors. Now I understood. The rest of house was mine to do whatever I wished with, but when we came into this room, he was going to do whatever he wanted with me. He slid open a hidden panel on the headboard and revealed an array of toys he’d gotten just for me.

“Who knew you had such a kinky side?” I asked when he pulled out a blindfold. He turned and handed it me. This was my only chance to tell him no, to reject this.

Seems like I have a kinky side too. I took the blindfold from him and put it over my eyes.

I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He took my hands and with what felt like a silk cloth, he tied my hands behind my back tightly. His lips found my ear and he kissed the top of it. “Master. You say that and I’ll stop.”

Son of a bitch.

“Do your worst.” I challenged, kneeling patiently. He chuckled softly but didn’t say anything else. I waited for so long, I wondered if he was still was in the room. But I refused to call out for him. Finally, I heard his feet shuffle on the carpet and the bed shifted again.

I smelled…wine?

“Open,” he commanded.

But I knelt still and refused, pleased with myself. “Ah…” My mouth opened on a gasp when his cold fingers pinched my nipples and pulled. The wine was slowly poured in my mouth, and I could feel some of it roll down my chin, my neck, and down to my chest.

Fuck me, it was delicious. Ethan kissed me then, his tongue inside my mouth, licking the wine from my own. I turned my head and leaned into him, and even though I already couldn’t see, I closed my eyes, reveling in the taste of him. Abruptly, he broke away and pushed me forward. Breathing hard through my nose, my chest rose and fell with the effort. I felt a small strip of leather against my skin…a whip on ass. I bit my lip to hide my excitement.

“This isn’t for you this for me.” I obviously failed to hide my feelings.

“Ethan, haven’t you noticed, I want what you want,” I replied only to be rewarded with slap right on my pussy. I could feel myself getting wet already. I licked my lips. “You can do better than that—”

SLAP.

“Oh,” I moaned…oh fuck…I was going to heaven and hell tonight. “More.”

I knew it was going to bug him…he wanted to dominate me, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily.